lirik lagu bluebucksclan – she with me
[verse 1: bluebucksclan dj]
too many lames in this b~tch, i can’t catch a vibe (too many lames)
been that n~gga, they keep tellin’ me i’m next to rise (next to rise)
plugged in at dior, i get h~lla fly (i get fly)
locked eyes with your b~tch, yeah, she recognize (recognize)
i could take you from your n~gga, i’ll never lie (i ain’t lyin’)
you the baddest b~tch here just to clarify (clarify)
put you in the fendi shoes, yeah, the starin’ kind (fendi shoes)
i be facin’ ‘woods, i ain’t sharin’ mine (facin’ ‘woods)
i be gettin’ fliеr than an airline (flier than a b~tch)
i be f~ckin’ n~ggas hoеs on my spare time (spare time)
she with me if you see double~r’s on the chair sign (big rolls)
double cup when she with me, we ain’t sharin’ wine (pourin’ juice)
eatin’ five~star plates if we ever dine (five~star plates)
i can’t lie, you so cold, b~tch, you h~lla fine (you so cold)
walkin’ in these thunderclouds, b~tches h~lla wide (they so bold)
[verse 2: jeeezy]
feel like wiz when she with me, i got her mesmerized (yeah, i got her)
just to leave you with these lames, i can’t jeopardize (i can’t do it)
you the baddest b~tch here and i can justify (on my mama)
put diors on your feet, these the better kind (better kind)
takin’ pictures by the pool when she with me (when she with me)
she ain’t thinkin’ ’bout her dude when she with me (h~ll naw)
she ain’t pickin’ up her phone, n~gga, she with me (she with me)
watchin’ from a fake page, n~gga, let her be (let her be)
big jacuzzi in the room, we off ecstasy (ecstasy)
postin’ breakfast in the bed, she was next to me (next to me)
so he never bought you sh~t? that’s what you tellin’ me? (godd~mn)
p~ssy wet, i keep fallin’, she keep catchin’ me (she keep catchin’)
[verse 3: bluebucksclan dj]
lot of bottles, lot of b~tches, heavy weed smokin’ (lot of b~tches)
yeah, she love to be with me, can’t be seen, though (can’t be seen)
she with me, i got her friends on speedboat (she with me)
tellin’ me that you the reason why her screen broke (n~ggas lame)
twelve hundred on this jacket, it’s a jean coat (twelve hundred)
chefs every night, we ain’t eatin’ wings, though (ain’t no wings)
maids walkin’ ’round, f~ck i gotta clean for? (ain’t gotta clean)
[outro]
(folie got me actin’ different)
(ayo, stop playin’ with ’em, mook, drop that sh~t)
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